AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Hey, what? I need some time with you, too, you know.”
She furrowed her brows and then nodded. “Fine.”
Something was off, but Grayson was too hyped up to figure it out. He dropped her onto her back, slid down, and devoured her succulent tits. With his other hand, he stroked her thigh, loving the sensual curve of her hip and the sleek line of her body.
Paris grabbed his shoulders and dug her nails into his skin. When he tugged harder, she moaned and tilted her head back. “Yes!”
Encouraged by her reaction, he pulled on the sensitive tip a bit harder before moving on to the other breast. Her groans increased as did the pressure of her nails. Grayson couldn’t get enough of her, but he feared if he gave into his desires, he’d do something that would scare her.
“Get on your back,” she commanded out of the blue.
He was just there. “I’m not finished. I have so much more to explore.”
“Do it.”
Her tone almost shut off his desire, but it wasn’t quite enough to make him stop all together. Grayson did as she demanded. Paris then straddled him and did the unthinkable. She inched just far enough forward so that her pussy hovered over his mouth.
“Now we’re talking,” he said, having forgotten her command from seconds ago.
Not wanting to waste any more time, Grayson grabbed her hips, lifted his head, and licked her opening. Her scent, her taste, her whole being was impossible to resist. Paris Mansfield was everything he’d dreamed of.
“That’s it. Harder.”
The requests were coming rather quickly, but for now, he’d deal. He was the Alpha, not her. Wanting to please her, he flicked her sensitive clit. Paris bent over slightly and planted her hands on his head. Her hips wiggled and bounced, but Grayson managed to take her higher.
When his cock threatened to explode, he had to change positions. Flipping her over once more, he placed her on her back.
“Why did you stop? I was flying so high.”
“So was I, and that was about to become a problem, if you get my drift.” Not wanting to have this discussion, Grayson placed his cock at her entrance and drove in. Waves of ecstasy slammed into him, forcing him to steady his breathing. His nails extended and a few of his bones cracked in preparation of a shift—a shift he had to stop from happening.
It took a lot of energy to will his body to calm down, and it didn't help when Paris wrapped her arms around his back, lifted up, and kissed him. Hard, with determination and a hint of desperation. Her ferocity turned him on. It was animal to animal.
That must be it. His animal was responding to the wolf in her.
Paris bucked her hips up and down and then wrapped her legs around his butt. They became one. She broke the kiss and let out a feral yell as she scraped her nails down his back.
Grayson’s climax nearly toppled him as her scream implied she’d come too. Once he was spent, he rolled over with her on top. He couldn’t move—or rather he never wanted to move.
Paris’ head dropped onto his chest, and her body went limp.
* * *
When Paris woke, she ached. Her head throbbed, and her throat was dry. Pushing up on her elbows, she looked around. “Grayson?”
Had she imagined having wild sex? She never was that uninhibited, so perhaps it had all been a dream—albeit an amazing one.
“Coming.”
When she swung her legs over the side, she noticed small blood stains on the sheet. “What the hell?”
“How are you feeling?” he asked as he walked in from the other room. Grayson was fully dressed and appeared quite chipper.
She, on the other hand, was naked and grumpy. “I’m not feeling too good. It’s like I just ran a marathon.”
“Why don’t you hop in the shower, and I’ll make you a cup of coffee?”
She looked over at him and smiled. “And here I thought all werewolves were bad.”
